At first Martin didn’t bother looking up at the approaching vehicle. His attention remained focused on the blood dripping from the rock pick clenched in his right hand. The drops seemed to sizzle as they hit the asphalt. The urge to place his ear to the middle of the farm-to-market road and listen to Lucy’s blood almost overwhelmed him. Propriety kept him off his arthritic knees and trudging towards his car.

The sun owned Texas in August. Even without the recent exertion he would still be bathed in sweat. Rivulets ran along the careworn lines of his face.

I wrote this when Bush was President.  The current state of the Union could have been avoided if this game had been played.

I wrote this before Obama was elected, but some things never change.

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Thanks to Michael for inviting me to post some of my writing here.  I've certainly enjoyed checking out the site for the last few days and hope to become a regular visitor and contributor.

I wrote this several years back and although it seems I've missed National Blasphemy Rights Day by a few days, this seems like a good story to post in honor of it.